Cynthia is my name. I am twenty-five years
old. Or should I just say I will be twenty-five
next month. It's gonna be a memorable birthday
for me because I will be getting married that
same month. I will be getting married to the
son of my father's business associate. A US-
based rich and handsome medical doctor.The
dream man of every single lady. I will relocate
to the US after my wedding. I should be
happy. But I am not. Not because I dont love
my future husband, or because he is not
eligible, but because I hate my father. And my
sister too, Tonia. Wait. Have I told you about
my father? And my sister? Let me just take
you through my family.
My father is the Managing Director of a
Mortgage Bank in Abuja. He is fifty-three. I
hate him with passion. I have just one sibling,
Tonia. It's just the two of us. She is thirty-
two. She is married with two kids. The first is
a boy who looks so much like my father. I
despise him. Given a chance I could kill him.
The second is a cute girl with a permanent
angelic smile. I love her so much. My mum is
late. She died when I was nine years old. Tonia
was sixteen then.
Our house is full of activities because of my
forthcoming wedding. Everybody is in high
spirits. My Dad has ordered the whole world.
My fiance arrives next week. My soon to be in
laws are all over the town. Jingles are being
aired on all radio stations. I hate this so
much. I just hate the noise. All my father
wants is to impress me. He knows how much I
hate him. He knows how much I wanna kill Tonia
and her son. He knows how withdrawn I have
been since my mother died. He knows how
irritated I get when he talks to me since that
day I lost my mum. He knows everything. That
is why he is happy to see me out of the house.
That's why he is bent on me relocating to the
US. The only thing people do not know is why I
hate Dad and my sister. They cant figure it
out. Our neighbours, family friends and
extended family too feel the tension between
us. I know they all think I am possessed. Or
that I am the only one who never came out of
the shock of my mother's death. To some
extent that is true, because I never did and
can never get out of the shock of her death,
of the way she died and of the circumstances
surrounding her death.
Mum died when I was nine and Tonia was
sixteen. That fateful Saturday we went
visiting grandma. I was to stay with her till
Sunday, but I changed my mind at the last
minute and cried to follow mum back home. We
left only Tonia at home. Few metres to the
house mum's car broke down so we had to park
it on the road and trek home. It wasnt so far
and the weather was cool. The gate was open
when we got home. That was unusual but mum
thought Tonia left it open when we left. The
front door was locked so she used her keys.
Probably Tonia was asleep. Mum left for her
room, the room she shared with Dad, while I
stayed in the living room to watch cartoons.
The only thing that gets me so mad till today
is the fact that I can no longer recollect the
exact words that were uttured that day. All i
can remember now is that i heard mum's
scream, like she was in shock or something. So
I rushed towards the room. There I found
Tonia stark naked and mum was on her,
screaming, biting and scratching. Dad too was
struggling to get into his underwear and
trying to restrict mum at the same time.
What's happening? He wasn't home when we
left. His car was not even in the compound
when we came in. Why was he naked with Tonia?
It didnt make sense to me. I was a little girl
though but I knew the sight wasnt short of
disgusting. I ran out of the room in tears.
Not because I understood what was happening,
but because I hated the screams. Both mum
and dad were upset, and I hated that. And
mum was hitting Tonia. I couldn't go out to
call anyone. We didnt have next door
neighbours. I would have to step out of the
compound to call anyone. I didnt call anybody.
I stayed put at the living room. Suddenly I
heard a loud bang and rushed back to the
room.
What I saw is the reason why I have been
mute all these years. What I saw is the reason
why I will always hate Tonia and my Dad till
the day I close my eyes in death. What I saw
is the reason why I will never be a normal
woman again. There on the tiled floor was the
lifeless body of my dear mother, blood trickling
out from a corner of her mouth. Tonia was
leaning on the door, arms folded without any
efforts to lift the woman. My dad was there
too, looking down at the body with a kind of
hatred I cant describe. Feeling my presence
there, he turned and looked at me,
communicating a dreadful message that didnt
need to be said in words. I knew that look and
understood immediately. Since that day I have
been mute.
Tonia got married when she was twenty-three.
My father shed tears on her wedding day. The
whole crowd was moved. What a great
affection! She was pregnant outside wedlock
though, the reason why the wedding was
improptu. Her husband isn't from a wealthy
family so the dude was glad that my Dad
sponsored the wedding 100%. Her son really
looks like Dad.
They are the only immediate family I have in
this whole wide world. And come next month,
they are giving out my hand in marriage. My
dear father and my wonderful sister, Tonia.

Front seat, grab my popcorn and Fanta.

Wow!!! Miss Abidemi. Am speechless.

Please is it fiction or true life story?


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*smiles*.... it's a fiction dearie.

hmmmmmmm,speechless

Chai so thr is a movie playin in dis cinema nd nobdy informed me

annabidemi ur story is sweet lyk sugar

samsondavid pls can i join u lets eat d popcorn 2geda??

anneabidemi:
*smiles*.... it's a fiction dearie.

More Update please

Annabidemi whr ar u nw

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Chai so thr is a movie playin in dis cinema nd nobdy informed me

annabidemi ur story is sweet lyk sugar

samsondavid pls can i join u lets eat d popcorn 2geda??

Chairman come eat o. Its for everybody.

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